EARTH DAY
April 22

The ocean needs
to be spring cleaned
bristling with salmon
leather back turtles
and right whales
below the hills shadow
we forge the light
of living bodies
who wish to swim
out in the blue waters
as the sun is out
on the back roads
as climate changes
in the open air
shielding my poet eyes
open in rivers immersed
with man's junk
no wonder
we are in a funk
as my cry on this earth day
gestures my hands
to my sisters and bothers
on my bicycle
that we may see nature
in all its beauty guiding me
through Bays and parks
with a child's enthusiasm
to recycle
full of my sleeves with words
now green to plant
and listen to a nest of birds.